We all have them. I used to have them a lot – days where I was so angry I wanted to smash things – sometimes I did. I used to have days where in the still of the night when I couldn’t sleep I imagined fist fights and breaking big things. I don’t have the physical strength for that anymore and honestly, I think I have changed some – softened maybe.
I still have those days once in a while. Days where I pick fights with my husband about nothing. Where I growl at my son over things I don’t normally. Where I stomp around throwing people dirty looks and lecture people via social media. (I know, right?)
Last night I spent the night at a sleep lab. I had a sleep study done. I didn’t sleep much – I did take a nap late this morning – but I woke up in the same mean angry mood.
My head feels like a Pink video mated with a Joan Jett song.
It makes me want to hurt things. It makes me want to start a fight.
I am going to do something with myself so that I can get out of this head-space before my family comes home. Everyone suffers when mama feels like this.